Date: Sat, 17 Dec 2022 10:01:34 +0000 From: Bill Jonners Subject: Robin's Summer Holiday 2 Can you imagine life without Nifty? Please show your support with contributions to keep the Archive online. You can find out how at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This story is completely fictional, even if it sometimes mentions real places. I would love to hear from you if you enjoy the story. I will reply to all emails sent to colin4men@gmail.com Bill ROBIN'S SUMMER HOLIDAY Chapter 2 Robin grew more excited as he watched the train from London draw into the platform at Piccadilly station. His mother was working but she had agreed that he could meet Alain on his own. The train doors began to open and Robin looked out for the tall, blond man - the father that he'd met for the first time only a month earlier. He jumped up and waved as soon as he saw him. Moments later they were hugging each other. "I've missed you," Robin said. "It was good to receive your letters and the photos though." Alain smiled. "I've been looking forward to seeing you again." "Me too." Robin smiled back. He didn't dare mention that he had often played with his little stiffy in bed while thinking of the handsome Frenchman. Alain only had a small suitcase so he was happy to get the bus to Robin's home. "My room - your room while you're here - is upstairs, first on the right," Robin said when they were inside. "I remember. I carried you up there last time," smiled Alain. "Oh yeah." Robin blushed slightly as he followed Alain upstairs. He had fantasised a couple of times about Alain undressing him and putting him to bed that night, rather than just putting a blanket over him. He didn't really know anything about sex but he wanted to be naked and have that handsome man's hands touching him all over. "Are you sure you don't mind me having your bed?" Alain asked. "No, I don't mind. The sofa is too small for you to stretch out on but it's fine for me," said Robin. "Okay." Alain put his suitcase down and looked around the room. He smiled when he saw the framed photo of himself and Robin on the bedside table. He looked at the posters of pop stars on the wall. He didn't recognise them all but he read the names - Adam Ant, Johnny Logan, Duran Duran and Eurovision winners, Bucks Fizz. "Who is your favourite?" he asked. "It used to be Adam Ant but I like Mike Nolan of Bucks Fizz more now." Robin pointed the singer out and Alain wondered if it was just a coincidence that he had long blond hair similar to his own. "He's a handsome man...but not as cute as you," Alain said, bending to hug Robin. "I'm looking forward to having you with me in France." "I'm excited about visiting France but being with my dad is the best thing," smiled Robin. "I never thought I'd ever meet you." Alain nodded. "I've wanted to meet you for a long but your mum...we...thought it would be difficult for a young child to understand why I lived in a different country and couldn't be with you." "It's okay. We're together now." Robin hugged Alain again. When they pulled apart, Robin offered to make Alain a cup of tea. "I'd rather have coffee," said Alain. "No problem," smiled Robin as he led the way downstairs. "I always thought that Jean - your mum - would meet someone else and get married," Alain said. "She is dating someone at present but I don't know if it's serious," said Robin. "I haven't met the man." He paused and then asked, "Why aren't you married?" "I...um, I am happy being single," replied Alain. "How about you? Do you have a girlfriend?" Robin looked at Alain as if he was crazy. "No way. Girls are yucky." Alain laughed. "You might think differently when you're older." "I won't," Robin said firmly. The sound of the front door closing was heard, followed by Jean shouting, "Are you home, Robin?" "Yes. We're in the kitchen," replied Robin. Jean appeared and smiled when she saw Alain. "Good to see you again," Alain said as he gave her a hug. "I've just made Dad a cup of coffee. Would you like one?" Robin. "Yes, thanks." Jean kissed the top of Robin's head. "How was your journey, Alain?" "Long but more or less on schedule," replied Alain. "I had a very early start this morning so I'm glad of this coffee." "You need to have an early night," suggested Jean. Alain stifled a yawn. "You're right. By the way, I bought some gin and some wine for you in the Duty Free." "That was kind of you," said Jean. "We can have the wine with dinner. I have made chicken and leek pie so I hope you will like it." "I love Mum's chicken and leek pie," said Robin. "We always have it with creamy mashed potatoes and it tastes great." "I'm sure it will and I look forward to it," smiled Alain. About ten o'clock Jean made up a bed on the sofa for Robin and everyone got ready for bed. Robin kissed his mother goodnight and hugged Alain. All was quiet until just after midnight when Robin tapped Alain's bedroom door. There was no answer so Robin opened the door and went inside. "Dad, are you awake?" A groggy Alain responded with, "Robin?" "Yeah. I'm sorry to disturb you but I had a bad dream," responded Robin. Alain switched on the bedside lamp and sat up, revealing his naked upper body. "Tell me about it." Robin unconsciously licked his lips at the sight in front of him and then said, "I dreamt that you got bored with me in Paris and that you didn't want to see me again." "That will never happen." Alain opened his arms and added, "Come here." He saw the tears in the boy's eyes as he approached and hugged him tight. "I love you and that will never change." Robin sniffed and then wiped away the tears with the back of his hand. "Can I get in bed with you and have a cuddle...just for five minutes?" "Of course, son." Robin stood up and Alain pulled back to bedclothes to let him in beside him. Robin noted that Alain was wearing only silk boxers before climbing into bed beside him. There wasn't much room in the bed for two so Alain suggested that Robin lie with his back to him so that they could `spoon' together rather than facing each other. Robin was happy to lie like that with his dad's arm over him. "This is nice," he said. "It is," agreed Alain. "I regret never being able to hold you when you were a baby." There was silence for some minutes and then Robin said, "Dad, can I ask you a question? It's something I can't talk to Mum about." "Yes, of course." Alain wondered what was coming. Robin was glad he wasn't looking at Alain when he asked, "Why does my willie get hard sometimes when I don't want it to happen?" "Ah!" Alain hadn't been prepared for that so he had to give the matter some thought before replying. "Well, I'm sure you know that a man gets stiff down there when he is about to have sex or because he's thinking about sex. You're still too young for sex but your body is preparing for it and you can't always control when it happens. You might get stiff because you're having sexy thoughts but it could also happen because your...um, penis has rubbed against something or for an unknown reason. As you get older, you will stop getting random erections and you will be able to have more control when you start to get one." "Okay. It's very embarrassing when it happens around other people," said Robin. "I can understand that. Do you much know about sex?" Alain asked. "No, not really," replied Robin. "I've always been too embarrassed to ask Mum. One of the boys in my class brought a dirty magazine in one day which had pictures of naked ladies in it. He said he'd like to...fuck...them but I don't know what that is." (He whispered the word `fuck'.) Some of the boys make dirty jokes and I laugh along with the others even when I don't understand them." "Well, this isn't the time for a serious talk about sex," said Alain. "I'll talk to your mum tomorrow and, if she agrees, I will discuss it with you in Paris." "Thanks, Dad," said Robin. "Let me stay here just a few more minutes." The pair drifted off to sleep and when Robin woke in the morning he felt something stiff pressing against his bum. He wondered when it could be and was putting a hand behind him to find out when he suddenly realised what it was. He quickly pulled his hand back in front of him. He waited a moment and then wiggled his bum. "Yes. Dad's willie is hard. I wonder why." He smiled to himself, wishing he could see it. Then he looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table to discover it was almost seven-thirty. "I'd better go back to my bed on the sofa. I don't want to explain to Mum why I'm here," he said to himself. He eased himself out of bed, smiled at the sleeping Alain and made his way downstairs. Once back under the covers on the sofa, Robin thought about what he had felt pressing against his bum moments earlier. "I guess he was dreaming about sex," he said to himself. He started playing with his own cock and then wished he had seen his dad's. "Maybe I'll see it while I am in Paris. I do hope so. It felt a lot bigger than mine." Robin was still playing with himself when he heard his mother coming down the stairs. He quickly put both hands on top of the covers and smiled a "good morning" when she entered the living room. "Morning, son. I think Alain is still asleep so this would be a good time for you to use the bathroom," Jean said. "Okay, Mum." Robin sat up. "What are we having for breakfast?" "I thought I'd cook a Full English since we have a guest. Is that okay with you?" "Great idea, Mum," said Robin. They only had a big fry-up occasionally. Robin did his business in the bathroom and wrapped a towel around his waist before leaving. He knocked on Alain's door and then entered. "Time for you to get up, Dad. I'm just here to get clothes." He pulled a t-shirt and a pair of briefs from the chest of drawers. When he reached up in the wardrobe for a pair of jeans, the towel accidentally slid to the floor. "Oops," he said as he bent to pick it up. He wasn't quick enough to stop Alain getting a clear view of the two small but perfect naked buttocks and a brief flash of the pink `rosebud' between them. Robin fastened the towel and then turned to face Alain, hoping he hadn't been looking at him when the towel fell. "I'll get dressed in the bathroom and then it will be free for you." Alain raised his knees to hide the erection creating a small tent, croaked and cleared his throat. "Okay, son." He watched the boy leave the room and then let out a deep breath. "What's wrong with me?" he asked himself. "I've never had sexual thoughts about young boys before and now I'm getting turned on by my own son." A few minutes later Alain heard Robin shout, "The bathroom's free!" and he got out of bed. He lifted the towel he'd been given the night before and a clean pair of briefs before heading for the bathroom. "Something smells good," Alain said as he entered the kitchen. "Morning, Alain," smiled Jean. "Please help yourself to coffee and take a seat. It's almost ready." "Thanks, Jean." As Alain poured his coffee, he asked Robin what his plans were for the day. "I need to pack for France," Robin began. "Perhaps the three of us could go for a walk first." "My Mum would like to see you, Alain," said Jean. "Could we visit her first?" She saw the hesitant look on Alain's face and smiled. "Don't worry. She loves you for giving her the grandson she adores." So they visited Robin's grandmother and then had a long walk in one of the parks. During that walk, Alain raised the subject of a talk about `the birds and the bees" when Robin was out of earshot. "Would you like me to explain sex to him?" I might not have had much experience of sex with women but I can remember how it was with you. And I did enjoy it, even though I later found that I enjoyed sex with men more." Jean smiled, "Yes, I think it would be good if you explained things to him," replied Jean. "Both Robin and I would be embarrassed if I did it." She paused and then asked, "How come a gorgeous man like you is still single?" Alain sighed. "I was in a relationship for over six years but that ended just after Easter. He found someone else. Someone who didn't spend long hours doing work at home after school like I did. I'm not ready to look for a new partner." "Oh dear. I hope you will find someone nice when you're ready to move on," said Jean. They had a light lunch in a cafe before returning home. Both adults gave Robin advice on what to pack and Alain assured him that doing laundry in Paris wasn't a problem. "Okay. That's me done," Robin said as he closed his suitcase. "Not quite," said Jean. She went to her handbag and then gave a bundle of banknotes to Robin. "I bought some French francs for you. You can't expect Alain to pay for everything." Robin smiled and hugged his mother. "I have twenty pounds in my wallet from my savings but I didn't know how to swap that for French money." "I still have a lot of Bank of England notes to use up so I'm taking us out for dinner," Alain stated. "Any suggestions about where we might eat?" They had dinner in a Chinese restaurant and then walked slowly back home. "It will be strange to be in the house by myself," Jean said. She looked at Alain and added, "I don't think Robin and I have ever been apart for more than a day or two before." "It's bound to feel strange but I promise to take good care of him," said Alain. "Yes, I know," smiled Jean. "I'd never forgive myself - or you - if anything happened to him." Alain nodded. "He's my son too so I'd never forgive myself either. However I don't think Paris is any more dangerous than Manchester." Robin was some distance ahead at this point. He turned and looked back. "Hurry up, slowcoaches!" Alain smiled. "Slowcoaches? I've not heard that expression before. I think our boy is going to help me learn new English words while I teach him a little French." *** They were at Piccadilly station just after seven the next morning. Robin was very excited but Jean was tearful as she said her goodbyes. "I'll send you a postcard," Robin said as he dragged Alain to their train. "I've never been to London," Robin said as the train set off. "Remind me what happens when we get there." "When we arrive at Euston station, we need to take the Tube to Victoria station. That's where we get the train to Dover, where we transfer onto a hovercraft." "That part will be exciting," smiled Robin. Alain nodded. "It only takes about thirty minutes to cross the Channel to France. We get our passports checked at Boulogne and then we get on the train which takes us to Paris. At Gare du Nord, we switch to the Metro to get to my apartment." "So many changes. I could never do this journey on my own." Robin smiled as he checked his passport for the umpteenth time. "Not now but in a few years," said Alain. "I hope you will become a regular visitor to France." "I hope so too," smiled Robin. "I start learning French at school in September and now I have good reason to work hard at it." "Oh, I think you can start learning French on this trip," said Alain. "You can start with the French word for dad - papa." "Papa. Oui, Papa," smiled Robin. The journey to London soon passed with Robin learning some basic words and phrases of French. Robin stayed close to Alain in the crowded Euston station and the even more crowded Tube train. Alain had bought all the train tickets in advance so it was simply a matter of finding the correct platform when they reached Victoria station. "Perhaps we can spend a night in London on the way back," Alain suggested while they were waiting until their train was ready to depart. "Really? That would be fantastic," said Robin. "Okay. We'll do that," smiled Alain. "Now we need to buy something to eat and drink on the train." Robin found the journey through the London suburbs boring and dozed off, waking up when they were in the middle of the Kent countryside. Alain could see the worried look on the boy's face and said, "Don't worry. We won't reach the station in Dover for almost an hour. You haven't missed much." "That's a relief." Robin smiled. "I've got a nice photo of you curled up asleep, sucking your thumb," Alain said. "You can show it to your friends at school." Robin laughed. "I don't suck my thumb when I'm asleep." Then his face changed. "Do I?" Now it was Alain's turned to laugh. "No, you don't. I did take a picture of you asleep though. You looked so young and innocent. I think your mum will like it." Robin was relieved but he didn't like being teased. "I'm not that young. I'll soon be a teenager." "Not until next April. I know when you were born," smiled Alain. Robin opened his mouth to say something and then stopped. Alain's voice was softer when he went on. "Don't be in a hurry to grow up, son. I missed your early years. Getting occasional photos wasn't much of a consolation for not being around you." Robin leaned forward and said, "I always regretted not having a dad as well as a mum at home. I'm really glad you decided to come and see me." "You will be a big part of my life from now on," said Alain. "That's a promise." A huge grin spread across Robin's face. "I love you, Dad. I'm lucky to have a handsome French father even if we don't live together." "I'm lucky to have such a cute son," responded Alain. The transfer onto the hovercraft, through Customs at Boulogne and the train journey to Paris went smoothly. It was the early part of the rush hour so Alain held on to Robin's hand on the Metro journey to the apartment on the Left Bank. "Welcome to my home." Adrian opened the door of the second floor apartment and ushered Robin inside. Robin had a smile on his face as he looked around. "It's lovely," he said. "Let me show you your bedroom," said Alain. He led Robin to the small guest bedroom and smiled when the boy sat on the single bed and bounced up and down. "Comfortable bed," said Robin. "May I see your bedroom?" "Sure. It's just across the hall." Robin commented on the view from the window before sitting on the bed. "Nice bed. Easily big enough for two. Can I share with you instead of sleeping alone?" "I'm not sure that's a good idea. Your Mum wouldn't approve," said Alain. "I won't tell Mum. I want to spend as much time with you as possible, including at night. Please, Dad. Please!" begged Robin. "I might snore and keep you awake." Robin smiled. "You don't snore, Dad. We slept together on Saturday night, remember? I didn't get up until seven-thirty so that was virtually the whole night." "Well, I suppose we could try it and see how we get on," smiled Alain. "But this is our secret. Okay?" "Of course." Robin hugged Alain. Alain put his arms around Robin and hoped he could keep his sexual attraction to his son under control. Robin meantime was breathing in the smell of Alain's cologne and hoping he might get the chance to see his dad fully naked. His little cock was rock-hard. "I think you should unpack before we go out for dinner. I'm not in the mood to cook tonight," Alain told Robin when they pulled apart. "You can put your clothes in the other room. There's more space there." It didn't take Robin long to unpack. He was eager to have his first meal in France. "This is a place I come to quite often," Alain said as they approached a brasserie. "It's a warm evening so we can sit outside." Eating at an outside table was a new experience for Robin. He listened with interest as the waiter gave them menus and told them (in French) the dishes of the day. Alain translated what the waiter had said but Robert wasn't sure whether he would like goat cheese salad or veal. He was pleased to see that the menu was in English as well as French. "Mmmm. This is delicious," Robin said when he started eating his Pork Filet Mignon with a light mustard sauce, sautéed potatoes and salad. This duck breast is delicious too," said Alain. "The food is always good here." Robin looked closely at Alain's plate. "I've never tried duck. What does it taste like?" "You can try it." Alain cut off a small piece and placed it on Robin's plate. "It has a honey sauce. Go on." Robin was doubtful because the duck was quite pink in the centre but he put it in his mouth and chewed. "Ooh, Dad. That is good! I might have duck another time." They chatted about food and Alain learned that there were a lot of things the boy had never tried. "I'm going to have to educate you about food as well as other things," he told Robin. "I want to learn all kinds of things from you," smiled Robin. "Would you like to learn how to suck cock?" Alain wondered as he looked at Robin's pink lips. Then he quickly recovered and said, "You can ask me questions any time." Robin had never heard of crème brûlée but he accepted Alain's suggestion that he should have it for dessert. Robin loved it. Alain had an arm around Robin's shoulder as they walked home. "Tired? It's been a long day." "It has been a long day but I'm not ready for bed yet," replied Robin. "I'm too excited to sleep." "Well, we can talk about we might do tomorrow once we have had our showers," said Alain. "No pyjamas?" Alain asked when Robin came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of white gym shorts. Robin smiled. "It's too hot for pyjamas. I don't have boxers but I thought these would do." Alain looked the almost naked boy up and down. "I think they will be fine but we need to buy you some boxers. I'll go for my shower now." He hurried into the bathroom before his growing cock started to show in his trousers. Robin climbed into the big double bed, happy to be dressed in a similar fashion to his dad for sleeping. He lay back with his hands folded behind his head and wondered what the next few weeks would bring. It was going to be interesting to visit lots of new places with his recently discovered dad. His very handsome dad. He thought about lying beside him, both of them almost naked, and his cock began to rise. "Not now," he said to himself and put one hand under the bedclothes to adjust it. He didn't want it to stick up and be obvious. Alain came into the bedroom wearing only boxer shorts and smiled at Robin. "You'll need to move over a bit unless you want me to lie on top of you." Robin giggled and moved away from the centre of the bed. "You'd squash me," he said, but he thought it would be nice to feel his dad's body on top of him. "Have you decided what you want to do tomorrow?" Alain asked as he got into bed. "Yes. My number one wish is to see the Eiffel Tower. Can we go there?" "Of course. La Tour Eiffel easy to get to on the Metro," replied Alain. "The tower in French is la tour." "Great! You can decide what else I should do while I'm here," smiled Robin. "I will try to remember `la tour'." He paused and then asked. "What is `a handsome man' in French?" "Un beau homme," Alain replied. "Homme is man." "Tu es un beau homme," said Robin. "Did I say that correctly?" "You did. Thank you for the compliment," smiled Alain. "Et tu es un garçon mignon - a cute boy." Robin laughed and then looked puzzled. "Why does the adjective come before `man' but after `boy'? Alain smiled. "You are clever to spot that! Most adjectives come after the noun but some small, commonly used adjectives like the words for small and big or old and young come before the noun. You just have to learn them." Robin yawned. "Okay. I don't think I can learn any more French today." "Just two more things. `Bonne nuit' means `goodnight'. Try it." "Bonne nuit, Papa." Alain smiled. "Bonne nuit, mon fils. `Mon fils' means `my son'." Robin smiled and leaned over to kiss Alain's cheek. "Je t'aime, Papa." "Je t'aime, Robin." Alain switched the bedside light off. There was silence for a while as the pair tried to go to sleep. Then Robin started moving around. Alain said nothing. Robin moved again and then said, "I can't get comfortable. Can we sleep like we did in my bed - with you cuddling me from behind?" "I suppose so." Alain turned onto his side and moved closer to Robin. "Put an arm over me," said Robin, easing his bum backwards towards Alain's crotch. Alain put an arm around Robin and then felt the boy's warm bum pressing against him. He closed his eyes and willed his cock not to react. "Better?" "Perfect, Dad. Goodnight." Robin smiled. He hoped he might feel his dad's stiff willie against him the morning. "If I do, I'm going to touch it with my fingers," he said to himself. Alain's fingertips were touching the boy's chest. He was tempted to touch a nipple and see if it reacted. "No, you can't," he told himself. "You can't do anything remotely sexual." He sighed and eased his crotch slightly away from Robin's bum. Robin wanted to retain the contact so he eased backwards until his bum was once more touching his dad. Alain groaned softly. When Alain sensed that Robin had fallen asleep, he eased away from the boy's bum. "Now I can relax," he said to himself. However he couldn't quite get the thought of being close to Robin's almost naked body out of his mind and his cock stiffened. "No. I need to think of other things. Where should I take Robin? What might he like to eat?" Eventually he drifted off to sleep. To be continued